Chapter 514: War Mask

Slaanesh was such a free-spirited person that he naturally didn't take Khorne's warning seriously, and even complained with disdain.

"Who are you?"

This sentence successfully ignited Khorne's fire. From then on, Khorne's regular beating list included Tzeentch, the stinking shit he hated, and Slaanesh, the disrespectful and disorderly guy.

Even though there was no concept of time and space in the warp, every god existed in the future and in the past. But this did not affect the Blood God's ability to beat the newborn Slaanesh's head, and while beating her, he used a huge and loud voice to tell her who was the real big brother.

The Blood God's doomsday weapon and Slaanesh's weird indulgence toy collided violently, accidentally smashing Cain to pieces.

From then on, this madman who gave other Eldar gods a headache was shattered to the ground, and the degree of shattering was comparable to that of the Star God who was shattered by the Necrontyr.

The collapsed Eldar Empire suffered from the pain of Selene sucking souls, the catastrophe of the collapse of the Pantheon, and was deeply infected by the fragments of Kane.

Kane's fury impacted the souls and minds of the Eldar, causing bloodthirsty desires and fratricide to continue.

The Ark World escaped from the center of the Eldar Empire but could not get rid of this madness. They burned in the civil war. Driven by the crazy broken god, the Eldar survivors had another battle royale.

It was not until the Phoenix Lord brought the Tao system that the Eldar could control their own behavior.

But this control is only the most basic insurance after all, and the Eldar are still in danger of becoming bloodthirsty lunatics.

So the war mask was born. This thing is not equipment, but a way to separate the war psychology from the life psychology by creating a second personality. In essence, it creates a substitute for the original personality, which can be retained or discarded and redone as needed.

Some substitute personalities under the war mask will also give themselves a name.

After the war, facing a bloody field, the Eldar warrior wearing a war mask said that he could still kill at the killing point to implement Kane's divine rules.

When the mask was removed, the Eldar became pure and dignified again. Cain's bloody rage became a tool that could be wielded or used at will, and the Eldar warriors would not lose themselves because of negative influences.

This was the case with the Howling Banshee. No matter what her real name was, at least Lin Fan knew her name when she wore the war mask and went into slaughter.

Shagula.

"So what's your name?" Lin Fan greeted the Banshee in a friendly manner. He also learned some Eldar etiquette and culture during the webway voyage.

"I." The Banshee's face flushed red, and she became hesitant, then quickly apologized to Lin Fan and turned and ran away.

"What's there to be ashamed of?" Lin Fan touched his head in confusion, and turned back to ask Evelene, "Is she like this or are you all like this even after taking off your masks?"

"Ahem. She just hasn't completed the Lover's Path, and she's a little shy."

"Lover's Path? Have you completed it?"

"Of course I have."

"Then why did you tense up when you saw Madam Marles in Gomor? Shouldn't you be used to it?"

"Ahem. The Path and Madam Marles are naturally different things." Evelene awkwardly changed the subject, and then talked about the Lover's Path, which was not as explicit as Lin Fan imagined.

Not good at socializing but good at hacking people? This is really interesting, is this a contrast?

Lin Fan thought so, and then heard the heavy steps of Perturabo's armor.

Evelene gave Lin Fan a look as a reminder, and Lin Fan immediately understood that Perturabo was going to do something bad again.

He suddenly jumped out, rolled up cleanly and beautifully, and aimed his front at Perturabo, and the sledgehammer in his hand was already activated.

Iverene sighed helplessly, called on the Eldar warriors to disperse, and set up a shield to cover the battlefield.

Perturabo's rain of bullets attacked Lin Fan, and Lin Fan blocked the shells one by one with a sledgehammer, while cursing Perturabo as a jerk, and rushed towards him with a hammer.

Half an hour later.

Lin Fan and Perturabo sat at a table. Perturabo's armor was torn to pieces by Lin Fan, and Lin Fan's body was also covered with layers of ash that was difficult to wash off.

Seeing Lin Fan's embarrassed appearance, Perturabo couldn't hold it back. He covered his mouth and trembled, and laughed.

The parts of the armor fell to the ground with a clang, and Perturabo laughed harder and harder, and finally put his arm on the table and laughed.

"What's so funny about this?" Lin Fan looked at Perturabo unhappily, and then used the polishing machine for polishing armor to remove the soot on his body.

Perturabo seemed to have laughed enough, lying on his huge swivel chair, turning around and facing the back of the chair towards Lin Fan, he began to clang and make some new things in the scraps of copper and iron.

These metals were not brought by the Death Army, but collected by Perturabo during his voyage on the Webway. There are always some ancient ruins and debris in the Webway, and Perturabo can only satisfy his creative desire through these things.

Perturabo even hummed a song happily, and Lin Fan shook his head helplessly, left the polisher and turned away.

Listening to Lin Fan's footsteps, Perturabo sighed deeply. Thinking about how he used to slaughter the Eldar army with Fulgrim, but now he has become an ally of the Eldar, it's really... novel.

Yes, novel.

Apart from this word, Perturabo could not find another word to describe his new life.

He held a part between his fingers, which was disassembled from the ruins and shone with metallic luster.

In the past, he would know the nature of the object the moment he touched it, and generate a huge blueprint in his mind, which was full of what kind of equipment the object could be made into.

But now.

He knew nothing.

The joy of exploration filled his heart. He relied on his memory to make a composite detector and recorded the data of all the objects placed in the detector one by one.

He had a photographic memory, but he was more willing to write in books to remember the infinite fun of his exploration.

The Lord of Steel knocked and hammered, the old armor was disassembled, and the new armor was ready. After placing the weapons and equipment on the new-looking armor, Perturabo began to test.

An unexpected explosion occurred inside the armor. Perturabo looked at his hands and lamented his unfamiliar skills. Then he looked for problems in making armor with great interest.

"Traveling is good for your health." Perturabo said so, adjusting the new armor to make sure it was perfect, and then he nodded with satisfaction.

"What data will there be this time?"

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